Chapter 4 (11)

Before the FA Cup match between Wuhan Yafeng and Guangzhou Wuhua began, the stadium was already as lively as a temple fair during the Chinese New Year. The stands in all directions were crowded with spectators and fans, and the sounds of the crowd mingled like a jet plane hovering over the stadium. In addition to the traditional white of Yafeng Club, various fan organizations in Wuhan and even fan associations in Hubei also have their own flags, and the colors are also different. The three stands on the north side suddenly pulled up a huge banner: "The Nine-headed Bird Will Win", and five cursive characters with teeth and claws, as if they were about to break free from the shackles of the white cloth and rise into the air. The banner immediately attracted everyone's attention, and in exchange for a large wave of praise, reporters who were doing nothing gathered under the stand, holding their cameras and clicking through many rolls of film.

At this time, the players of the two teams had already lined up and were waiting to enter the stadium in the athletes' corridor. No one spoke, only people stretched out their arms and kicked their legs uneasily, and even familiar opponents only greeted each other with eye contacts, or simply raised their faces and looked straight ahead with their faces indifferent.

Gao Jinsong, who started for Yafeng for the first time, stood in the middle of the team, holding his head high, trying to control his breathing. He was still a little nervous. Even though he has become a member of the team's starting line-up, even though he has scored goals and provided beautiful assists for the team, he still can't help but feel uneasy and irritable. Trying not to be noticed, he rubbed his sweaty hand against his pants, licked his dry lips, and shook his head vigorously. There were a few slight clicks in the stiff nape of his neck, and a tingling pain instantly reached the top of his head from there, teaching him to grin and let out a long breath.

Li Xiaolin, the left guard standing in front of him, turned his head and looked at him gloomily, but he didn't say anything.

Before walking out of the corridor, Wei Honglin behind him poked him and whispered, "Take it easy." ”

Why is it such a sentence again? Last night, the captain, who had never had much to do with him, came to his dormitory and sat for a long time, chatting with him without saying anything, until neither of them could find any new topics, the captain stood up and said goodbye slowly, and when he arrived at the door, he said this: "Tomorrow's game,...... Take it easy. Before lunch, a big man in the team also said the same thing to him in the corridor, and now Wei Honglin said the same. What does this mean exactly?

But now that he is all around, it is really not the time to ask Wei Honglin to explain, so he has to hold all the questions in his heart.

Of course, he didn't completely wonder what it was like to say this, even if Wei Honglin didn't say it, he knew that this matter must have something to do with the change of the team's head coach - in the photo of Cheng Dexing and several Yafeng players gathered together in the newspaper yesterday, there was Wei Honglin. But he didn't want to think it through. It doesn't matter who will be Yafeng's head coach, anyway, he won't be Wuhan Yafeng's person in another month, and the only thing he needs to worry about now is his performance on the field. He'll have to take advantage of the few opportunities he has to make a claim before the summer transfer market opens, and he'll have to rely on those performances to get himself a better position and treatment with his new club. For this reason, Yao Yuan also reminded him not to be too prominent, if he attracted the attention of other clubs, it would be difficult to guarantee which club he would eventually transfer to. He doesn't care much about this, whether he goes back to the provincial capital, goes to Shenzhen, or goes to Shenyang Hainan, does it make any difference? Isn't it the same everywhere for him?

When he heard him say such thoughts, Yao Yuan said to him almost angrily: "How can this be the same? When you arrive in Shenzhen Blue Sky, you are the main force, and when you go to the provincial capital Mingyuan, you are just a substitute! Main and substitution, how can this be the same? ”

Of course, the main force and the substitute can't be the same, but if he doesn't go to Shenzhen Blue Sky, does he have to go to the provincial capital Mingyuan? As long as he continues to perform well in the next games, he believes that as soon as the news of his departure from Wuhan Yafeng in the summer is released, more clubs will definitely invite him to join. At that time, the guarantee that he will be given a main position will be the first condition for whether the negotiations can go ahead.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He didn't dare think that two weeks ago, when he was still working on his place as a substitute. Of course, in two weeks he might ask for more for himself, who knows?

But the most important thing right now is to play this game well.

He forced himself to focus on the upcoming match, standing in the centre circle with Franco and waiting for the referee to announce the start of the match.

Franco's mood was not very high today, but he just pursed his lips and frowned, and stood there like a wooden stake, his face so gloomy that he was about to wring out the water. Ever since he knew that Cheng Dexing was going to come to Yafeng as the head coach, the Uruguayans have been so sullen. Gao Jinsong could understand his feelings. Franco spent the last year in Cheng Dexing's team, playing just two games before being dismissed as a parallel commodity before being sent back to China by the club. It was an embarrassing and painful memory that Franco could not erase in his heart, and what was worse was that he would relive it again......

There is more than one person in the team who has the same experience as Franco, such as left midfielder Li Xiaolin, who rarely walks with everyone these days; In the reception banquet held by the Yafeng team members for Cheng Dexing, he was also the only big brother team member who did not go. Alas, the relationship between the former master and apprentice can't even be strange, they simply hate each other, and every time Li Xiaolin mentions Cheng Dexing, the resentment and anger in his words can't be concealed at all. It is said that Li Xiaolin has been looking for the club privately in the past two days, hoping that the club can look at his hard work in the past few years, let him go in the summer, and give him a way to live.

With these messy things stuffed in his head, in a trance, Gao Jinsong seemed to hear the referee blow the whistle to signal the start of the game.

He immediately took two sideways steps, distanced Franco and crossed the halfway line. In the sideways running, he glanced at the situation on the field, and then caught Li Xiaolin's pass without hindrance, ran two steps along the way, and then stepped and twisted his waist-

The ball immediately flew up, drew a long curve, and ran straight to the goal of Guangzhou Wuhua.

The Guangzhou Wuhua goalkeeper stared at the ball in dismay, a little confused - the referee's whistle has not yet dispersed, and the game has just begun, can it be said that the striker of Wuhan Yafeng can run to the penalty area to receive this inexplicable pass?

But in an instant, he understood what was going on. It's not a fucking pass, it's a shot! It's a shot!

Before his mind could turn, his body was already responding. He immediately stared at the trajectory of the ball's flight and ran desperately.

He rushed into his team's penalty area like a taut bow and jumped to his feet to try to stop the damn shot.

But the ball was faster than he was, and before he could run into the six-yard box, the black-and-white ghost had scurried into the net from the corner between the post and the poster......

He could only stretch out in vain, and then fell heavily into the grass.

It was only eleven seconds before the start of the race......

There were no cheers from the fans, no cheers from the crowd, no team-mates coming up to congratulate him, not even the referee's whistle for the goal to be valid.

It was a goal that left everyone confused.

Many fans in the stadium witnessed the goal, but the goal went in so fast that it was faster than they could have imagined, and they couldn't accept the result for a while, and as for the spectators who hadn't fully turned their minds to the game, they didn't even know what was going on, and wondered why the stadium, which had just been boiling over, was so quiet that even the voices became harsh.

The coaches of both teams were also silent on the bench. Most of them didn't believe the goal was real, as the referee didn't blow the whistle or signal the centre circle to kick off. Yan Liangcheng didn't even see which player's long-range shot it was, he didn't stand on the edge of the field like his opponent, but sat in the manager's seat, and was lighting a cigarette with his head buried, he caught a glimpse of the moment of the goal, and in his stunned eyes, the cigarette that had just been lit slipped from his mouth and onto the grass.

The most anxious and annoyed person was the director of the TV station, who had just done a stupid thing to get home, and switched the TV broadcast to a close-up view of the rostrum, and just missed this wonderful moment. He yelled at his stupidity and made a lot of noises for him to play back in slow motion. Fortunately, his colleague did not lose his mind like him, but quietly reminded him that the most important thing at the moment was not to replay in slow motion, but to let the camera camera chase the referee, and the referee had not yet made the final decision that the goal was valid or invalid.

It was only then that an exhilarating shrill whistle sounded on the pitch.

A mesmerizing number instantly conjured up on the huge electronic scoreboard.

1 to 0!

The stadium, which had been as quiet as a small pond in the woods in the morning, turned into a sea of joy. The dull drums beat like popping beans. The shouts and cheers of the fans thundered through the stadium. All the flags are waving. There were even fireworks set off by fans in the stands, and the flickering lights and thick smoke immediately caused a small riot and provoked a large crowd of police and armed police.

Hoo!

Gao Jinsong roared and shouted, took off his jersey as he ran, and waved it like a flag in his hand, until he knocked down a few billboards on the side of the field, he folded to his team's bench and hugged Yan Liangcheng who stood on the edge of the field to greet him.